NovelEnglishChapter 193
"What are you doing, Isaac?" Patricia yelled out.
"I'm going to sleep with my wife."
After finishing his words, he strode upstairs with Patricia in his arms; the more she struggled, the more
she felt like she was about to fall, which scared her to death.
Not daring to move another inch, she could only wrap her arms around his neck.
At that moment, she was mesmerized by his extraordinarily handsome face, especially after a few
drinks where he appeared even cuter.
She said as she raised her hand to stroke his long lashes, "I'm not your wife. You're mistaken."
"The driver told me that you said I'm your husband. So, you're my wife. I can't be mistaken," Isaac
responded with a smirk.
However, his voice was flat and emotionless.
So, he heard that earlier? Patricia exhaled deeply. Didn't he doze off with his eyes closed? Or was he
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpretending to sleep? No, no. I'd be dead if he heard it.
Seeing how Isaac was not sober at the moment, he would probably forget about it by tomorrow.
As they arrived at the bedroom, he threw her onto the bed, leaving her bouncing on it.
With her lips parted in shock, Patricia scrambled out of bed knowing the bed was a dangerous territory
for her. Sooner or later, the area will be flashing with red alarms now that Isaac was drunk.
Before she could reach the edge of the bed, his large hand grabbed her and threw her back into the
center.
He lay on top of her and kissed her on the lips while raising her hands above her head to press them
against the bed.
He lay on top of her and kissed her on the lips while raising her hands above her head to press them
against the bed.
This was driving her insane not in a sexy but frustrating way. To her, he merely behaved this way
because he was drunk. Not only did he not recognize his house, but he also did not recognize his wife.
Patricia wished she could tell him that she was not Adeline, but she could not.
Isaac kissed her so passionately while sweeping his tongue into her mouth with such dominance that
she went numb.
His kisses were as seductive as his personality; they were irresistible.
Patricia, on the other hand, struggled to stay sober.
Furthermore, she was concerned that she would go crazy as he was only wearing his underwear.
A woman her age would feel a range of emotions.
Now that she felt it, she was trying hard to restrain herself. She could never, under any circumstances,
fall for him.
Isaac stared intently at her delicate appearance and could not find it in himself to stay relaxed. His
smile widened as he thought about how appealing she was.
He could make it tonight with her and she should finally understand his feelings and intentions; at least
that was what he thought.
When Patricia finally became alert after a moment of daze, Isaac had let her go, allowing her to breathe
freely. However, she felt a little chilly as if her clothes had been completely stripped.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis jerk is insane! What is he thinking? "Get your act together, Isaac. I'm Patricia, not Adeline!"
Of course, he was well aware that she was not Adeline as Patricia was the very woman he desired.
Isaac cupped her small mouth again while his large hands moved around her body.
Her eyes immediately widened in response to his action. He…
She was worried and terrified. This sensation brought back memories to her nightmare.
No, it was that b*stard. The temperature and texture of his palm are all too familiar and it feels almost
identical. The b*stard who fled after sleeping with me… it feels just the same. At this point, Patricia was
terrified and she usually became hyper when she was overly terrified.
Deep in her heart, there were scars that were yet to heal even up to this day. One delicate touch could
spread open the wound and cause pain to her all over again.
Right now, she was in agony as if her flesh were being ripped apart.
She fought valiantly and her strength took him by surprise. Out of nowhere, she kicked him off the bed
with her slender legs.
Free at last, Patricia sat up quickly whereas Isaac touched his injured head before stooping up and
uttered coldly, "Are you trying to kick me to death, Patricia?"
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